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Before  the  phantom  of  False  morning  died, 
Methought  a Voice  within  the  Tavern  cried, 
'^When  all  the  Temple  is  prepared  within. 
Why  nods  the  drowsy  Worshipper  outside?'^ 


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And,  as  the  Cock  crew,  those  who  stood  before 
The  Tavern  shouted — ^^Open  then  the  Door  I 
Y ou  know  how  little  while  we  have  to  stay. 
And,  once  departed,  may  return  no  more/^ 


Now  the  New  Y ear  reviving  old  Desires, 

The  thoughtful  Soul  to  Solitude  retires, 
Where  the  White  Hand  of  Moses  on  the 
Bough 

Puts  out,  and  Jesus  from  the  ground  suspires. 


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Iram  indeed  is  gone  with  all  his  Rose, 

And  Jamshyd's  Sev'n-ring^d  Cup  where  no 
one  knows ; 

But  still  a Ruby  kindles  in  the  Vine, 

And  many  a garden  by  the  water  blows. 


VL 


And  David^s  lips  are  lockt ; but  in  divine 
High-piping  Pehlevi,  with  *‘Wine!  Wine! 
Wine! 

Red  Wine!^^ — the  Nightingale  cries  to  the 
Rose 

That  sallow  cheek  of  hers  to'  incarnadine. 

vn. 

Come,  fill  the  Cup,  and  in  the  firC  of  Spring 
Your  Winter-garment  of  Repentance  fling: 
The  Bird  of  Time  has  but  a little  way 
To  flutter — and  the  Bird  is  on  the  Wing. 


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Whether  at  Naishapur  or  Babylon, 

Whether  the  Cup  with  sweet  or  bitter  run, 

The  W ine  of  Life  keeps  oozing  drop  by  drop. 
The  Leaves  of  Life  keep  falling  one  by  one. 


39! 


Each  Morn  a thousand  Roses  brings,  you  say ; 
Yes,  but  where  leaves  the  Rose  of  Yesterday? 
And  this  first  Summer  month  that  brings 
the  Rose 

Shall  take  Jamshyd  and  Kaikobad  away. 

X. 

Well,  let  it  take  them  1 What  have  we  to  do 
With  Kaikobad  the  Great,  or  Kaikhosru? 

Let  Zal  and  Rustum  bluster  as  they  will. 

Or  Hatim  call  to  Supper — heed  not  you. 

XI. 

With  me  along  the  strip  of  Herbage  strewn 
That  just  divides  the  desert  from  the  sown, 
Where  name  of  Slave  and  Sultan  is  forgot — 
And  Peace  to  Mahmud  on  his  golden  Throne  I 


xn. 

A Book  of  Verses  underneath  the  Bough, 

A Jug  of  Wine,  a Loaf  of  Bread — and  Thou 
Beside  me  singing  in  the  Wilderness — 

Oh,  Wilderness  were  Paradise  enow ! 


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Look  to  the  blowing  Rose  about  us — **  Lo, 
Laughing/'  she  says,  **  into  the  world  I blow, 
At  once  the  silken  tassel  of  my  Purse 
Tear,  and  its  Treasure  on  the  Garden  throw/' 


XV. 


And  those  who  husbanded  the  Golden  grain. 
And  those  who  flung  it  to  the  winds  like  Rain, 
Alike  to  no  such  aureate  Earth  are  turn'd 
As,  buried  once,  Men  want  dug  up  again* 


XVL 


The  Worldly  Hope  men  set  their  Hearts  upon 
Turns  Ashes  - or  it  prospers;  and  anon. 

Like  Snow  upon  the  Desert's  dusty  Face, 
Lighting  a little  hour  or  two — was  gone. 


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xvm. 

They  say  the  Lion  and  the  Lizard  keep 
The  Courts  where  Jamshyd  gloried  and  drank 
deep; 

And  Bahram,  that  great  Hunter — the  Wild 
Ass 

Stamps  o'er  his  Head^  but  cannot  break  his 

Sleep. 


XIX. 


I sometimes  think  that  never  blows  so  red 
The  Rose  as  where  some  buried  Caesar  bled ; 

That  every  Hyacinth  the  Garden  wears 
Dropt  in  her  lap  from  some  once  lovely  Head. 


XX. 


And  this  reviving  Herb  whose  tender  Green 
Fledges  the  River-Lip  on  which  we  lean — 
Ah,  lean  upon  it  lightly ! for  who  knows 
From  what  once  lovely  Lip  it  springs  unseen ! 


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xxn. 


For  some  we  lovedt  the  loveliest  and  the  best 
That  from  his  Vintage  rolling  Time  hath 
prest, 

Have  drunk  their  Cup  a Round  or  two 
before, 

And  one  by  one  crept  silently  to  rest, 
xxm. 

And  we  that  now  make  merry  in  the  Room 
They  left,  and  Summer  dresses  in  new  bloom. 

Ourselves  must  we  beneath  the  Couch  of 
Earth 

Descend— ourselves  to  make  a Couch — for 
whom  ? 

XXIV. 

Ah,  make  the  most  of  what  we  yet  may  spend. 
Before  we  too  into  the  Dust  descend ; 

Dust  into  Dust,  and  under  Dust,  to  lie. 

Sans  Wine,  sans  Song,  sans  Singer,  and — 
sans  End ! 


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Alike  for  those  who  for  To-day  prepare, 

And  those  that  after  some  To-morrow  stare, 

A Muezzin  from  the  Tower  of  Darkness  cries, 
**  Fools  I your  Reward  is  Neither  Here  nor 
There." 

XXVI. 

Why,  all  the  Saints  and  Sages  who  discuss'd. 
Of  the  two  Worlds  so  wisely — they  are  thrust 
Like  foolish  Prophets  forth ; their  Words  to 
Scorn 

Are  scatter'd,  and  their  Mouths  are  stopt  with 
Dust. 

XXVII. 

Myself  when  young  did  eagerly  frequent 
Doctor  and  Saint,  and  heard  great  argument 
About  it  and  about:  but  evermore 
Came  out  by  the  same  door  where  in  I went. 


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xxvnL 

With  them  the  seed  of  Wisdom  did  I sow, 
And  with  mine  own  hand  wrought  to  make  it 
grow; 

And  this  was  all  the  Harvest  that  I reapM — 
**l  came  like  Water,  and  like  Wind  I go/' 

XXIX. 

Into  this  Universe,  and  Why  not  knowing 
Nor  WhencCf  like  Water  willy-nilly  flowing 
And  out  of  it,  as  Wind  along  the  Waste, 

I know  not  Whit  heft  willy-nilly  blowing. 


XXX. 


What,  without  asking,  hither  hurried  Whence} 
And,  without  asking.  Whither  hurried  hence  I 
Oh,  many  a Cup  of  this  forbidden  Wine 
Must  drown  the  memory  of  that  insolence  I 


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xxxn. 

There  was  the  Door  to  which  I found  no  Key ; 
There  was  the  Veil  through  which  I might 
not  see ; 

Some  little  talk  awhile  of  Me  and  Thee 
There  was — and  then  no  more  of  Thee  and 
Me. 

XXXIIL 

Earth  could  not  answer ; nor  the  Seas  that 
mourn 

In  flowing  Purple,  of  their  Lord  forlorn  ; 

Nor  rolling  Heaven,  with  all  his  signs 
reveal'd 

And  hidden  by  the  sleeve  of  Night  and  Morn, 
xxxrv. 

Then  of  the  Thee  in  Me  who  works  behind 
The  Veil,  I lifted  up  my  hands  to  find 

A Lamp  amid  the  Darkness ; and  I heard. 
As  from  Without— The  Me  within  Thee 

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To-morrow^s  tangle  to  the  winds  resign, 
And  lose  your  fingers  in  the  tresses  of 
The  Cypress-slender  Minister  of  Wine. 


XLII. 

And  if  the  Wine  you  drink,  the  Lip  you  press. 
End  in  what  All  begins  and  ends  in  — Y es ; 
Think  then  you  are  To  day  what  Yester- 
day 

You  were — To-morrow  you  shall  not  be  less. 

XLIII. 

So  when  the  Angel  of  the  darker  Drink 
At  last  shall  find  you  by  the  river-brink. 

And,  offering  his  Cup,  invite  your  Soul 
Forth  to  your  Lips  to  quaff — you  shall  not 
shrink. 


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XLIV. 

Why,  if  the  Soul  can  fling  the  Dust  aside, 
And  naked  on  the  Air  of  Heaven  ride. 

Were  ^t  not  a Shame — were  ^t  not  a Shame 
for  him 

In  this  clay  carcase  crippled  to  abide  ? 

XLV. 

'T is  but  a T ent  where  takes  his  one  day's  rest 
A Sultan  to  the  realm  of  Death  addrest. 

The  Sultan  rises,  and  the  dark  Ferrash 
Strikes,  and  prepares  it  for  another  Guest. 


XL  VI. 

And  fear  not  lest  Existence  closing  your 
Account,  and  mine,  should  know  the  like  no 
more; 

The  Eternal  Saki  from  that  Bowl  has  pour'd 
Millions  of  Bubbles  like  us,  and  will  pour 


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XLvn. 

When  You  and  I behind  the  Veil  are  past, 

Oh,  but  the  long,  long  while  the  World  shall 
last. 

Which  of  our  Coming  and  Departure  heeds 
As  the  Sea’s  self  should  heed  a pebble-cast. 

XLvm. 

A Moment’s  Halt — a momentary  taste 
Of  Being  from  the  Well  amid  the  Waste — 
And  Lo ! — the  phantom  Caravan  has  reach’d 
The  Nothing  it  set  out  from — Oh,  make 
haste ! 

XLK. 


Would  you  that  spangle  of  existence  spend 
About  THE  SECRET — quick  about  it,  Friend  I 
A Hair  perhaps  divides  the  False  and  True  ; 
And  upon  what,  prithee,  does  life  depend  ? 


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A Hair  perhaps  divides  the  False  and  True; 
Yes ; and  a single  Alif  were  the  clue — 

Could  you  but  find  it — to  the  Treasure- 
house, 

And  peradventure  to  T he  Master  too ; 


u. 

Whose  secret  Presence,  through  Creation^s 
veins 

Running  Quicksilver-Iike  eludes  your  pains; 

Taking  all  shapes  from  Mah  to  Mahi ; and 
They  change  and  perish  all — but  He  remains ; 


Ln. 

A moment  guessM — then  back  behind  the  Fold 
Immerst  of  Darkness  round  the  Drama  roll'd 
Which,  for  the  Pastime  of  Eternity, 

He  does  Himself  contrive,  enact,  behold. 


LIT. 

But  if  in  vain,  down  on  the  stubborn  floor 
Of  Earth,  and  up  to  Heaven's  unopening  Dooi , 
You  gaze  To-day,  while  You  are  You  — 
how  then 

T o-MOR ROW,  You  w hen  shall  be  Y ou  no  more  ? 

LIV. 

Waste  not  your  Hour,  nor  in  the  vain  pursuit 
Of  This  and  That  endeavor  and  dispute  ; 

Better  be  jocund  with  the  fruitful  Grape 
Than  sadden  after  none,  or  bitter.  Fruit. 


LV. 

You  know,  my  friends,  with  what  a brave 
Carouse 

I made  a Second  Marriage  in  my  house ; 

Divorced  old  barren  Reason  from  my  Bed, 
And  took  the  Daughter  of  the  Vine  to  Spouse. 


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CAROUSE 

I AAADE  A SECOND  MARRIAGE  IN  MY  HOU  SE  ; 
DIVORCED  OLD  BARREN  REASON  FROM  MY  BED. 
AND  TOOK  THE  DAUGHTER  OF  THE  VINE  TO 
SPOUSE 


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LVI. 

For  and  ‘^Is-not”  though  with  Rule  and 
Line 

And  **  Up-and-down  " by  Logic  I define, 

Of  all  that  one  should  care  to  fathom,  I 
Was  never  deep  in  anything  but — Wine. 

Lvn. 

Ah,  but  my  Computations,  People  say 
Reduced  the  Year  to  better  reckoning? — Nay, 
'Twas  only  striking  from  the  Calendar 
Unborn  To-morrow  and  dead  Yesterday. 


Lvra. 

And  lately,  by  the  T avem  Door  agape. 

Came  shining  through  the  Dusk  an  Angel 
Shape 

Bearing  a Vessel  on  his  Shoulder ; and 
He  bid  me  taste  of  it ; and  ^t  was — the  Grape  ! 


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The  Grape  that  can  with  Logic  absolute 
The  T wo-and-Seventy  jarring  Sects  confute: 
The  sovereign  Alchemist  that  in  a trice 
Life’s  leaden  metal  into  Gold  transmute : 


LX. 


The  mighty  Mahmud,  Allah-breathing  Lord, 
That  all  the  misbelieving  and  black  Horde 
Of  Fears  and  Sorrows  that  infest  the  Soul 
Scatters  before  him  with  his  whirlwind  Sword* 


LXI. 

Why,  be  this  Juice  the  growth  of  God,  who 
dare 

Blaspheme  the  twisted  tendril  as  a Snare  ? 

A Blessing,  we  should  use  it,  should  we  not? 
And  if  a Curse — why,  then.  Who  set  it  there  ? 


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LXII. 


I must  abjure  the  Balm  of  Life,  I must, 

Scared  by  some  After-reckoning  ta^en  on  trust, 
Or  lured  with  Hope  of  some  Diviner  Drink, 
To  fill  the  Cup — when  crumbled  into  Dust  I 


LXin. 


Oh,  threats  of  Hell  and  Hopes  of  Paradise  I 
One  thing  at  least  is  certain — This  Life  flies. 
One  thing  is  certain  and  the  rest  is  Lies ; 
The  Flower  that  once  has  blown  for  ever  dies. 


Lxrv. 


Strange,  is  it  not  ? that  of  the  myriads  who 
Before  us  pass'd  the  door  of  Darkness  through. 
Not  one  returns  to  tell  us  of  the  Road, 
Which  to  discover  we  must  travel  too. 


LXV. 


The  Revelations  of  Devout  and  Learned 
Who  rose  before  us,  and  as  Prophets  bum'd, 
Are  all  but  Stories,  which,  awoke  from  Sleep 
They  told  their  comrades,  and  to  Sleep  return'd. 


LXVI. 


I sent  my  Soul  through  the  Invisible, 

Some  letter  of  that  After-life  to  spell : 

And  by  and  by  my  Soul  return'd  to  me. 

And  answer'd  **  I Myself  am  Heav'n  and  Hell:" 


Lxvn. 


Heav'n  but  the  Vision  of  fulfill'd  Desire, 

And  Hell  the  Shadow  from  a Soul  on  fire 
Cast  on  the  Darkness  into  which  Ourselves, 
So  late  emerg'd  from,  shall  so  soon  expire. 


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Lxvm. 

We  are  no  other  than  a moving  row 
Of  Magic  Shadow-shapes  that  come  and  go 
Round  with  the  Sun-iflumin’d  Lantern  held 
In  Midnight  by  the  Master  of  the  Show ; 

LXIX. 

But  helpless  Pieces  of  the  Game  He  plays 
Upon  this  Qiequer-board  of  Nights  and  Days ; 
Hither  and  thither  moves,  and  checks,  and 
slays, 

And  one  by  one  back  in  the  Closet  lays. 

LXX. 

The  Ball  no  question  makes  of  Ayes  and  Noes, 
But  Here  or  There  as  strikes  the  Player  goes. 
And  He  that  toss'd  you  down  into  the  Field, 
He  knows  about  it  all — he  knows — HE  knows! 


LXXI. 


The  Moving  Finger  writes ; and,  having  writ. 
Moves  on : nor  all  your  Piety  nor  Wit 
Shall  lure  it  back  to  cancel  half  a Line, 

Nor  all  your  Tears  wash  out  a Word  of  it. 

LXXII. 

And  that  inverted  Bowl  they  call  the  Sky, 
Whereunder  crawling  coop'd  we  live  and  die. 
Lift  not  your  hands  to  It  for  help — for  it 
As  impotently  moves  as  you  or  I. 

Lxxm, 

With  Earth's  first  Clay  They  did  the  Last  Man 
knead. 

And  there  of  the  Last  Harvest  sow'd  the  Seed : 
And  the  first  Morning  of  Creation  wrote 
What  the  Last  Dawn  of  Reckoning  shall  read. 


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LXXIV. 

Yesterday  This  Day^s  Madness  did  prepare; 
Tomorrow's  Silence,  Triumph,  or  Despair: 
Drink ! for  you  know  not  whence  you  came, 
nor  why : 

Drink ! for  you  know  not  why  you  go,  nor 
where. 

LXXV. 

1 tell  you  this — When,  started  from  the  Goal, 
Over  the  flaming  shoulders  of  the  Foal 

Of  Heaven  Parwin  and  Mushtari  they  flung. 
In  my  predestined  Plot  of  Dust  and  Soul 

LXXVI. 


The  Vine  had  struck  a fibre : which  about 
It  clings  my  Being — let  the  Dervish  flout ; 

Of  my  Base  metal  may  be  filed  a Key, 
That  shall  unlock  the  Door  he  howls  without. 


Lxxvn. 


And  this  I know : whether  the  one  True  Light 
Kindle  to  Love,  or  Wrath-consume  me  quite, 
One  flash  of  It  within  the  Tavern  caught 
Better  than  in  the  T emple  lost  outright. 

LXXVnL 

What  1 out  oi  senseless  Nothing  to  provoke 
A conscious  Something  to  resent  the  yoke 
Of  unpermitted  Pleasure,  under  pain 
Of  Everlasting  Penalties,  if  broke  I 

LXXIX. 

What  I from  his  helpless  Creature  be  repaid 
Pure  Gold  for  what  he  lent  him  dross-sJlay’d — 
Sue  for  a Debt  we  never  did  contract. 

And  cannot  answer— Oh,  the  sorry  trade  I 


Oh  Thou,  who  didst  with  pitfall  and  with  gin 
Beset  the  Road  I was  to  wander  in, 

Thou  wilt  not  with  PredestinM  Evil  round 
Enmesh,  and  then  impute  my  Fall  to  Sin  I 


LXXXI. 

Oh,  Thou,  who  Man  of  baser  Earth  didst 
make, 

And  ev'n  with  Paradise  devise  the  Snake  : 

For  all  the  Sin  wherewith  the  Face  of  Man 
Is  blacken'd — Man's  forgiveness  give— and 
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Shapes  of  all  Sorts  and  Sizes^  great  and  small, 
That  stood  along  the  floor  and  by  the  wall ; 

And  some  loquacious  vessels  were ; and  some 
Listen^  perhaps,  but  never  talk'd  at  all. 


Lxxxrv. 


Said  one  among  them — **  Surely  not  in  vain 
My  substance  of  the  common  Earth  was  ta'en 
And  to  this  Figure  moulded,  to  be  broke. 

Or  trampled  back  to  shapeless  Earth  again." 

LXXXV. 

Then  said  a Second — **  Ne'er  a peevish  Boy 
Would  break  the  Bowl  from  which  he  drank  in 
joy; 

And  He  that  with  his  hand  the  Vessel  made 
Will  surely  not  in  after  Wrath  destroy." 


LXXXVI. 


After  a momentary  silence  spake 
Some  Vessel  of  a more  ungainly  make : 

**  They  sneer  at  me  for  leaning  all  awry : 
What!  did  the  Hand  then  of  the  Potter  shake?” 


Lxxxvn. 

Whereat  some  one  of  the  loquacious  Lot — 

I think  a Sufi  pipkin — waxing  hot — 

**  All  this  of  Pot  and  Potter — Tell  me  then, 
Who  is  the  Potter,  pray,  and  who  the  Pot  ?” 

Lxxxvm. 

**  Why,”  said  another,  **  Some  there  are  who  tell 
Of  one  who  threatens  he  will  toss  to  Hell 
The  luckless  Pots  he  marred  in  making — Pish! 
He’s  a Good  Fellow,  and ’t  will  all  be  well.” 


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My  Clay  with  long  Oblivion  is  gone  dry: 
But  fill  me  with  the  old  familiar  Juice, 
Methinks  I might  recover  by  and  by.’ 


xc. 

So  while  the  Vessels  one  by  one  were  speak- 
ing. 

The  little  Moon  look’d  in  that  all  were  seek- 
ing: 

And  then  they  jogg’d  each  other,  ^‘Brother  1 
Brother  I 

Now  for  the  Porter’s  shoulder-knot  a-creak- 
ing !” 


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Would  but  the  Desert  of  the  Fountain  yield 
One  glimpse — if  dimly,  yet  indeed,  reveal'd, 

T o which  the  fainting  T raveller  might  spring. 
As  springs  the  trampled  herbage  of  the  field  I 


xcvm. 


Would  but  some  winged  Angel  ere  too  late 
Arrest  the  yet  unfolded  RoU  of  Fate, 

And  make  the  stern  Recorder  otherwise 
Enregister,  or  quite  obliterate ! 


xcix. 


Ah  Love  I could  you  and  I with  Him  conspire 
T o grasp  this  sorry  Scheme  of  Things  entire. 
Would  not  we  shatter  it  to  bits — and  then 
Re-mould  it  nearer  to  the  Heart's  desire ! 


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